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But thou hast reach'd that happy shore,
Where God to thee will say—
"Live with the bless'd for evermore
In realms of perfect day."
For thou hast laid thy treasure where,
Nor moth can fret, or robber dare
Break in and steal away:
And thou a rich reward wilt gain,
For earthly suffering, care, and pain.
Where God to thee will say—
"Live with the bless'd for evermore
In realms of perfect day."
For thou hast laid thy treasure where,
Nor moth can fret, or robber dare
Break in and steal away:
And thou a rich reward wilt gain,
For earthly suffering, care, and pain.
Thank heav'n! I watch'd thy dying bed,
And did my grief control,
That I might lift thy drooping head,
And soothe thy parting soul.
And though thou'lt ne'er return to me,
Yet I may hope to come to thee;
And this shall me console,
And did my grief control,
That I might lift thy drooping head,
And soothe thy parting soul.
And though thou'lt ne'er return to me,
Yet I may hope to come to thee;
And this shall me console,
